Madam not allowed to remarry

Chapter 600 Vacation at the Villa
In the darkness, his voice was still deep and magnetic: "I will not hurt him."

Her body froze slightly under the blanket, and then she slowly closed her eyes. After all, he still has some humanity.

It was dawn, and she fell asleep in the middle of the night, so she was so sleepy in the morning that she could barely open her eyes.

But when her arms suddenly touched a pair of big hands, her sleepiness completely disappeared.

Sitting up suddenly, she found that Feihong was sleeping inside her, covered with the quilt she had made yesterday, and she and Long Aohan were lying in the same quilt. She touched her hand after waking up and stretched, but the fact that she was sleeping under the covers still made her feel gloomy in the morning.

He seemed to have woken up a long time ago, and greeted lightly: "Good morning."

hello sister!
"what happened?"

She suppressed her voice, obviously afraid of disturbing Feihong.

"I don't know, I just woke up like this, didn't you run in by yourself?"

"You just ran in by yourself."

She gritted her teeth.

He chuckled: "I didn't move at all. I slept in my own place, on my own pillow, and in my own bed."

It seemed that this was indeed the case, and it was her who moved.

How could this happen? Looking at Feihong, he understood something.

Dead boy, he deserves a beating.

Standing up with a cold face, he pulled down the quilt with excessive force, only to realize that Long Aohan had bare legs.
She hurriedly turned away and threw the quilt to him.

"Put on your pants, pervert."

"It was Feihong who peed on my pants yesterday. I didn't have any pants to change in your room."

Feihong is eight years old and still wets the bed!

Suspicion was written on her face, but seeing the large yellow stains on Long Aohan's trousers on the ground, she had to believe it.

Why did Feihong still wet the bed at the age of eight?

Fu forehead, headache, why so worry.

After getting dressed, she turned her head angrily: "I'm not getting up yet."

"No pants."

He's justified.

So Meng Baiyun went out and ordered Cuiping to find out the clothes of Long Aohan that had been put in the warehouse, and bring some of them in.

Cuiping thought that his wife was going to move the general's things back, so she went to move them happily.

But really, he brought all the things that Meng Baiyun packed up and threw into the warehouse, not even the cotton-padded jackets.

She must be out of her mind.

Butler Hu also came along, looking at Long Feihong, who was tightly packed with a quilt on the bed, and Long Aohan, who was in the other big scattered quilt and the quilt, with a clear look, his old face was written all over. It's not tight and ambiguous.

"Ma'am, the general's clothes are here, other things..."

"Need not."

She opened her mouth coldly, Feihong seemed to wake up, rubbed his eyes, he had a messy bird's nest head, a pink face, and a pair of sleepy eyes, completely different from the usual image of a mature, serious and serious prince.

Open your mouth, still a little milky.

"Why don't you move Dad's things back, Housekeeper Hu, move them back."

"Hey, Prince, this old slave is taking orders."

Meng Baiyun didn't know how to stop what Feihong said.

That child is so sensitive. Last time she threw Long Aohan's things out and told others that she didn't plan to find them and planned to start her life again. Everyone believed her, but this child thought more than others. If Long Aohan wasn't allowed to Han's things moved in, and he couldn't keep them all, so he had to think wildly.

So, she acquiesced.

As soon as she acquiesced, Housekeeper Hu was overjoyed, found a lot of people, and started moving things enthusiastically.

Long Aohan doesn't have many things, but there are also many.

This pile of things that no longer belonged to this room was stuffed into the room that had been filled again by Meng Baiyun, and there was no room for people who were crowded all of a sudden.

Long Aohan had already dressed and washed, flipped through his pile of military books on the desk, some of the annotations were his notes, but he didn't remember that he wrote it himself, and there was a resounding sound, her handwriting and his own , are almost identical.

The bookshelves are full of books, and there are no more piles of these.

He arranged the books and stacked them neatly on the edge of the table, two tall stacks.

When I lived a hidden life with Lan Yi, I thought I would be far away from the previous life.

But in fact, he still couldn't put it down for these books, his blood was boiling, and he wanted to read them when he had time.

The clothes were also folded by the maid and put into Meng Baiyun's closet. Poor Meng Baiyun's clothes were squeezed into a pile, and the originally spacious closet was filled up at once.

When Feihong left, she would throw it out again and store it for him for a few days.

His collection of weapons, calligraphy and paintings were also sent back one after another.

Then, there is the peach blossom hosta.

The nanmu box lying quietly on the dressing table is so exquisitely carved that you can even smell the fragrance of the box that has been dyed with sweet-scented osmanthus.

She treasured what he gave her, and she never wore it on weekdays except for extremely grand occasions.

He also saw that after staring at the box for a while, she put it on the bottom layer of the dowry without any hesitation.

He frowned almost imperceptibly.

Here Feihong has already woken up, he felt very ashamed about what happened last night, apologized to Long Aohan, and explained to Meng Baiyun why he slept in another place.

It turned out that he wet the bed. After his father finished making the bed, he was afraid of peeing his father's trousers again, so he crawled inside in the middle of the night and pushed Meng Baiyun over.

So far, everything can only be blamed on Meng Baiyun sleeping like a pig.

However, although she was lethargic, she didn't sleep so deeply. He got up to tidy up the bed and changed the quilt, but she didn't feel any of these things.

Maybe it was because I was a little nervous in the first half of the night, and I fell asleep like a pig in the second half of the night.

It should be like this.

Today, I am going to Longjia Mountain Villa.

Speaking of this villa, it was a birthday gift from the old lady to Feihong. At that time, Feihong was still young, and Meng Baiyun always wanted to wait for him to grow up and bring him here to live for a while, so as to feel the love from his grandmother, but who would have expected it later? So many things will happen, this matter has been stranded until now, but in the end it came.

The villa is maintained by people. Among the several properties of the Long family, this place is not the most beautiful, but it is the most suitable for living in all aspects.

It is said to be a villa, but in fact, because many gardens and other gardens have been built one after another in recent years, the area is more equivalent to a modern villa group, with a single courtyard. It takes half an hour to go out on foot, and about two quarters of an hour by car. , is a market, the scale is not small, and the comprador is convenient.

Not far to the west is the upper reaches of Baita Lake. The upper reaches of Baita Lake is a wide river with clear and swift drinking water. The most popular, there are not many people here.

(End of this chapter)